Chapter 643: Hu Jin Shows Up

Translator:

Exodus Tales

Editor:

Exodus Tales

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

“Then what do we do now, should we take them down?” asked Xue Zang.

“What if it’s just bait?”

“You don’t trust Mu Bai?”

“Trust? Why would I trust him, he has yet to be baptized by the Vatican.”

“Then what do you say we should do? Senior Salan is still not willing to contact us,” blurted out Xue Zang in panic.

The possibility of Mo Fan having the Underground Holy Spring was too deadly to them, as they knew better than anyone the essence that the Water of Kun contained. They had desperately tried to retrieve the Underground Holy Spring, as it was more effective than the Water of Kun. However, the hidden threat they left at Bo City had now turned into the greatest problem in their hands…

“It might be a trap, but even if it is, we’ll still have to go and verify it. If the kid does have the Underground Holy Spring, we’ll have to save Senior Salan,” said Great Deacon Hu Jin.

“Who should we send then?” asked Xue Zang immediately.

Hu Jin said with a smile, “Sacrifice is needed in order to complete our great festival. No one is excluded, not even me.”

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The museum was located to the south of the clock tower. The old compound was not just a place where ancient findings and documents were stored, but proof of the glorious achievements of the Magic Civilization that had lasted for several thousand years.

When the disaster took place, the ancient artifacts and documents were already stored away in the warehouses. Some of the things were very important. They must be preserved even if the city was destroyed!

The museum was huge, the hall simply felt like an ancient temple. The ceiling was fifteen meters tall, supported by huge pillars.

Similarly, the museum had also turned into a shelter for the people. It was fully crowded, yet compared to the cold and wet streets, it was like Heaven to the crowd.

The place was blanketed by noise. Mo Fan and his crew regretted it as soon as they arrived. If a fight with the Black Vatican broke out here, the lives of these people would be endangered. They had to come up with a plan to evacuate them to other places.

However, to Mo Fan’s surprise, not long after he arrived at the museum, a stranger passed a small piece of paper to him, asking him to go to the roof alone!

As soon as Mo Fan saw the letter, he knew that his target had come fearlessly… yet he still had to meet this Great Deacon Hu Jin!

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The roof of the museum was covered in tiles, with pointy edges. It did resemble the glory of an ancient palace…

Raindrops fell onto the tiles and flowed into a hole on each side of the roof in a little stream, before turning into a small waterfall falling through the mouth of a dragon’s head onto the ground, right into the pond at the bottom. From afar, it looked like four dragons were crawling on the roof, spitting out streams of water!

The museum had turned into a huge refugee center. The place was fully crowded. The roof was the only place that was relatively empty. The only sound was the rain tapping on the tiles as it fell from the sky.

Mo Fan stood on one of the edges, wearing a huge gray raincoat.

He could see the whole inner city soaked in the rain from here, every street full of people.

As he glanced further ahead over the inner walls, the black, massive army of undead surrounded the city. It had no visible ends. The small undead were stacked densely together like black dots, while those with huge sizes were like toy models among the black dots!

The Mountain Zombie was very close to them!

Mo Fan could already see its figure poking into the clouds of rain, and its cold eyes flickering up among the clouds.

“Mo Fan, it’s been a while. How’s your dad Mo Jiaxin?” a voice came from behind Mo Fan.

Mo Fan slowly turned around and discovered a person standing on the roof. He was also wearing a raincoat. The raindrops fell onto him, highlighting his slightly tall and bulky silhouette.

Under the hoodie was a face with thick eyebrows and a beard, yet his skin was fairly smooth and tender, the typical look of a middle-aged man who had been living an enjoyable life.

Mo Fan had never liked this guy since a very long time ago. It further escalated into hatred when the guy took away his house.

Little did he know, that was not all the reasons he had to hate him. This man was basically hated by the whole world!

“My father is good, he’s got money that he won’t be able to spend, and he even got me a beautiful, young stepmother. He bought a few mansions to have some fun. I guess his middle age is quite successful. I didn’t expect you to really show up here, that’s quite a surprise,” replied Mo Fan calmly.

“Hehe, you were smart enough to identify me, why would I continue to hide? Speaking of which, that kid Zhang Xiaohou is really a tough kid. I don’t understand how he’s still alive now. Oh, that doesn’t matter, it’s meaningless for him to remember what he wasn’t supposed to